A wise poet,
A wise lover,
My dear,
How are you today?
Staying seven days alone in the house,
As you present Ghana to the world.
Nourishment!
To gain your strength;
Made with the hands of love in th eland of the living,
Like the muse of the fishermen fishing with their nets.
Blow, slow, sow, low, now, show, how, mow, tow, row, throw!
And, to represent your land with the muse that muses.
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